Author's Note: I think we all know that scene in Reichenbach with the fence, I just couldn't help it ;)
"Sherlock! We need to coordinate!" John said, his non-handcuffed hand grabbing the other man's jacket, pulling him forwards.
The doctor took this opportunity to scan the ethereal sight in front of him. John found his gaze dropping to the slightly parted lips of the panting detective. Suddenly, the close proximity and the adrenaline rush caught up to him and he crashed their lips together. It wasn't the most comfortable experience, their heads and arms at odd angles because of the bars.
Sherlock broke off the kiss with a growl of frustration and looked towards the handcuffs. He started to maneuver their wrists and John quickly caught on, helping to get the handcuffs free from the top of the rail. John practically launched over the fence, pushing Sherlock roughly against the wall and captured his lips once more in a hungry kiss. John then disconnected his lips and slowly started to kiss down Sherlock's jawline and lingered at his luxurious neck. The detective's chest rumbled as he let out a soft groan that was so baritone and sensual it should have been illegal. Suddenly, a police car was heard in the distance, reminding both men that they were currently fugitives.
"Later." Sherlock said with a small smile.
"Oh God yes." John replied. Sherlock grabbed his hand and they ran, hearts furiously beating.
Author's Note: Reviews, follows, and suggestions for other drabbles would be much appreciated! :D